Lu Nan waited for a long time for this moment. Just like an ancient swordsman would seize the moment his opponent's state of mind was shattered to attack, such a situation he began to plan as early as the moment he fell into the trap.

The problem before the return, to carry out an unmistakable strike in such a vast space, all of this has a premise, that is, Xia Mi knows Lu Nan's position well.

Instead of thinking about how she did it, it is better to think about what is special about Lu Nan herself.

You must know that this original departure hall is not only Lu Nan, but also other passengers who have not yet left after getting off the plane. They left at the command of the airport staff, and no one was harmed in the process.

Compared with those travelers, what is the biggest difference between Lu Nan? How did the attacker distinguish him from the passengers?

The answer is very clear, it is from the blood of dragons.

In 1940, Germany was the first to develop an active infrared detection instrument, which successfully distinguished the environment from the enemy tank hidden in the environment in a confrontation with the enemy. Obviously, Natsumi also possesses a similar ability, able to distinguish between ordinary people and half-bloods.

Of course, this is just a guess, and the guess needs to be confirmed.

So Lu Nan pulled out the weapon in the extended tennis bag at the moment of falling, cut open the wrist artery, and the ventricles and atria contracted with all their might, squeezing out a large amount of blood from the body in a way that humans could not do.

The moment the blood left the body, the bloodline concentration in Lu Nan's body dropped sharply, and the largest mass was maintained through the realm of the Dustless Land, and the rest was sputtered out to match the body to conceal the body.

It was a bold gamble, and luckily, he won. The opponent doesn't have time to turn back, and this is the best time to attack.

But gambling naturally has wins and losses, and the ultimate goal of this blow has not been achieved.

The win is not complete, and Natsumi is not dead.

She let out an angry roar, and although the huge emotional gap had shortened the time that was not too long, she still made a judgment the moment she sensed the attack. She jerked her head as the blade struck, dodging the knife that had already hit the back of her head.

Such a reaction was beyond Lu Nan's expectations, and theoretically even if Xia Mi reacted, it was impossible to start moving, which showed that her physical mobility had surpassed human physiology.

In a hurry, Lu Nan twisted his wrist, the blade of the Miao knife was slender, and if he changed a little arc, the direction of the blow would change significantly. Miao Dao stabbed down diagonally, and the sharp tip of the knife pierced Xia Mi's right back. It was like piercing a water balloon, and the pitch-black blood slammed into Lu Nan's face.

The results were remarkable, and Natsumi was nailed to the ground!

In order to prevent her from getting up and fighting back, Lu Nan quickly stepped on her back with a heavy foot, crushing her to the ground.

"I'm really underestimated, don't you think you can hold me down after a lot of bloodletting?" The deliberately suppressed voice sounded slowly, and the danger contained murderous intent, like the hissing of a poisonous snake.

She put her hands on the ground to exert force, Lu Nan's eyes were half-closed, and he clearly sensed that the other party's body was slowly rising.

Is there too much blood?

Blood is fundamental to the survival of living organisms, and excessive blood loss can lead to a rapid decline in body functions and weakness in the limbs.

But the reason why the other party was able to stand up was just that Lu Nan's physical strength had decreased?

A guess rose in Lu Nan's heart, his half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and his golden vertical pupils burst into brilliant light.

Emperor of the Spirit

A strong coercion came from Lu Nan's body, hitting Xia Mi head-on. Her entire body shook, but then, a vigorous force suddenly erupted, smashing Lu Nan who stepped on her.

Then she slowly stood up, turned around and stared at Lu Nan.

"You.. You!! You?? ”

I? Lu Nan stabilized his figure, and a trace of doubt welled up in his eyes. But the doubts were covered with solemnity in an instant. Because Xia Mi didn't seem to be affected by the emperor at all.

The 'Emperor' can inflict an absolute psychic impact on the hybrids in the realm.

It can be seen as a summoning bloodline, or it can be seen as an extremely magnified "dragon might", which can completely suppress the opponent with its majesty alone.

The strongest guy Lu Nan had ever encountered was the half-breed who owned the Dustless Land. Before crossing the bloodline limit, it is an A+ rank hybrid.

But that guy had a great reaction after being hit by the emperor head-on, and was quickly defeated by Lu Nan. But Natsumi didn't, which means that she is stronger than that half-blood.

What is stronger than A+? S？ Or... Dragon?

"Are you wondering?" Xia Mi understood Lu Nan's fleeting emotions, "You shouldn't be confused... You don't know who you are? Yes, it's been so long since you don't remember what you are. ”

She gently removed the hood she had been wearing on her head, and her face was completely exposed to the air.

Lu Nan was stunned.

This is a flawless face, "flawless" is actually not a good word, living things have flaws, and a truly flawless face will probably only appear under the carving knife of a sculptor.

And seeing the girl's face, you will feel that the sculpture opens its eyes and comes to life.

But the reason why Lu Nan was stunned was not because Xia Mi was so good-looking, but because the inexplicable familiarity swept from the depths of his soul again, like the waves of dusk, one by one, slapping his head fiercely.

"Youkai?"

My head hurts...

Lu Nan raised his hand to hold his head.

"It's not a youkai, it's Jörmungad!" A smile appeared on Xia Mi's face, warm as an angel, and she took a step and approached gently, "Have you forgotten me?" This really makes me sad, thousands of years of feelings, just forgotten? ”

Jörmungad? Thousands of years? Lu Nan pondered silently.

Xia Mi had already walked in front of him, tiptoeing slightly, stretching out her beautiful, warm and jade-like hand, as if she wanted to caress Lu Nan's face.

"So you're my friend?" Lu Nan muttered.

"Friends? Uh-huh, maybe, probably, should... No way! ”

The change happened suddenly, and those beautiful hands instantly turned into black claws, pointing directly at Lu Nan's throat!

"It's pitiful, since you don't remember anything, you might as well cheapen me."

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Emperor of the Spirit.

Legend has it that in primeval times, Nidhogg's Emperor was large enough to cover all of Europe and even part of Asia.

His roar from the throne, the power of his words swept across the continent, over the Ural Mountains, and everywhere he went, the bloodlines of the dragons bowed in the direction of the throne.

There is no complete version of the spirit after the fall of Nidhogg, but it can still be used by high-level dragons, and some alchemy devices can produce similar effects.

But that's a weakened version, and the real emperor has long been lost.